When it rains:::...
“The sad story of a missery”
The gray time is upon my sky.
Just thinking about the coldness of the world.
Lost people.
Lost my all.
If only you can find a way back to me.
If only...
Did you ever loved me?
Rational thought, not coming back.
If you only knew how much I loved you.
This gray day and a memory so vividly.
With broken wings I have to fly back to my girl, the one who have absence of you.
Let go...
Let go...
Comeback to my little girl.
